Gellert Grindelwald (bravespear) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2014-07-09 22:57:00 |
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A dark glare settled onto Gellert's face as his gaze went back to a page in the book on his lap for the tenth time that evening. He was so bored that he felt it could be quite possible for his brain to explode from the overwhelming amount of boredom pent up in his mind. With a low snarl, he slammed the book shut and tossed it onto the bed; he'd bother reading that book at a later time, once he had satiated his boredom. Pushing himself off the bed, Gellert grabbed his black leather jacket and shrugged it onto his shoulders while he quickly descended the stairs, leaving the house without a word to his housemate. It was getting to the point where Gellert was beginning to feel like he was losing his mind from being stuck in this place. Having come from a time in which he was the most feared and dangerous dark wizard in the known world, Gellert felt uniquely out of sorts in the quiet village. It was more then just quiet to him now, it was beyond monotonous and he needed to do something to keep things interesting or he would go insane. He strode down the sidewalks without much purpose while his mind brooded about what to do concerning his predicament, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his leather jacket. His wand, which was never far from his fingertips, rested snugly in the left pocket of his jeans; it wasn't like he was expecting to be attacked, not when he was mostly surrounded by people who thought it ill to destroy a flower. It was sickening to him. A wooden bench appeared to his left out of the fading evening light and he realised then that he'd wandered into the park, which was thankfully almost devoid of people. He sat down on the bench and rested his elbows on his thighs, clasping his hands together firmly and leaning his mouth light against his hands. What was he going to do? |